[ Req's wings flutter a little, uselessly, shifting just enough at that kiss along her jaw to catch her lips again, heated and panting against her skin. ]

Yes-- yes, yes...

[ She murmurs it, distracted-- mindless, maybe-- as she continues to roll her hips down against the smooth metal and buzzing shocks, ignoring the too-constricting feeling of the fabric stuck to her skin, damp with sweat and. other fluids. ]

Kitty...